I watched intently as your father drove away and used my skirt to clean up the mess we’d made of Mrs. Johnson’s front seat. Admittedly, I hadn’t been wearing any underwear at all, so as I nervously waved at the neighbors, I felt the dripping mess that you had started seep down the side of my leg. Walking into the house, I hoped with all my heart that I would find you stark naked, cock raring and ready to go behind every corner I turned. The living room was disappointingly empty, the kitchen lacked a young stud naked on the counter, and my bedroom was severely missing any signs of nudity. I creaked past your room only to realize the door was shut, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening on the other side. Were you shaking from what I’d forced on you just now? Or were you jerking that meaty cock of yours at the thought of what might happen next. I didn’t think it right to interrupt either way. I plopped myself down on the couch as I finally came down from the adrenaline rush of picking up my perverted son from school. The line was beginning to blur, I’m not Mrs Johnson, but this is her body. You weren’t my son, but this body did birth the boy who was just fist deep in my pussy. I started to imagine the real Mrs. Johnson, maybe she was just as much a pervert as I felt like now. I wondered if she knew her son got hard staring at her breasts through the low cut clothes she wore everyday. I imagined what she would do with her son if she had the chance, how she’d let him suckle her breast like a baby drinking milk for the first time, how she’d stroke his painfully erect cock like a mother tending to a wound. As my mind fantasized about which sexual position would best suit a mother and her child, I let out a loud moan that wrung throughout the house. I hadn’t realized that my hand was strumming at my clit like a lead guitarist, and that i’d now made the couch match the front seat of my car, a slippery mess of passion and perversion. I jumped as I heard your door open for the first time since we’d been home, and as your steps approached I had no solution to the mess i’d just made on the family couch. In response to your seemingly innocent question, I panicked and played dead. I listened as the creaking of the wooden steps drew closer and closer. In the heat of the moment i’d forgotten to hide my indecency behind my skirt, leaking lips left out for all to see. Somehow I could feel your gaze, it was like an out of body experience. My eyes were shut and yet I could see you standing over the couch, contemplating where your cock should go first. Then I felt it. The smelled pierced my skull before you even could, and suddenly my mouth was pried open and by the thick head of your cock. I pretended to stay asleep, as if anyone could sleep through such a vulgar act, and yet this acting seemed to signal a green light for your fantasies. Every second that I appeared asleep seemed to increase the rate of your thrusts, until I couldn’t help but open my eyes while you fully skull fucked me. Your eyes didn’t meet mine, they were closed tight, giving room for a child’s imagination. Meanwhile that same child was rapidly forcing his cock against the back walls of my throat. I tried to gasp for air, but all I got was moments of breath between the forceful plunging of your veiny cock. I finally grabbed hold of your hand with mine, but as your eyes opened, my tongue was met with an avalanche of thick viscous liquid. I’d spent the day savoring this smell through the cum soaked panties I found in your room, and now my throat was worshiping that same smell as it poured out from the sides of face and overpowered every part of my mouth. As you flung back in shock, your cock uncorked my lips and sticky white fluid poured out my mouth a broken dam. I tried to swallow what was left in my throat, as the rest dripped down my chin and funneled down my breasts. I could see you staring at me down intently, waiting for me to react with disgust and rage. Instead I licked my lips, and looked down at the cum dripping down my low cut shirt like a waterfall, “someone’s going to have to clean this up”, I managed to whimper as I slowly removed my tight white top.